I’m thirsty. I should like a glass of water.
The Sergeant
(Grinning.) A glass of water! D’ye hear him? You shall have some water, my lad; you wait till we’re outside; it’ll come pouring into your mouth.... Come, we’ve hung around long enough.... Rabutteau, the handcuffs; and you, put out your hands....
Saint Anthony
But I haven’t....
The Sergeant
What! Resistance and protests! That’s the last straw! They’re all alike! (A ring at the front-door.)
Gustave
A ring at the bell! (Joseph goes to the front-door.) What’s the time? Perhaps it’s the first guests.
Achille